Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.